Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.